I’ve stopped off to grab a cup of coffee during my pilgrimage to the Great Corporate Salt Mine, and I’m standing behind my rental car, rearranging the crap in the trunk...and suddenly, the tail end of some lady’s Camry is half an inch from the rear end of my car. She was backing up, trying to turn around in a tight space to get past a delivery van, and came that close to nailing me. Shit!
Nailing me is exactly correct. Never mind the car - one foot to the right, and I would have been pinned between the cars. Bye-bye legs.
“Lady! Do NOT back up any more! Pull straight forward...and get the hell away from me, please! THANK you!”
Man, did I need that cup of coffee...